In the water hall, Mu Xiaoyao, who was covered with a dark blue robe, was slowly painting a portrait.
Lifting the wolf, he glanced lightly at the portrait that he had already taken shape in front of him. [
There was a clear expression of dissatisfaction in the eyes. Washing the pen into the pen, Mu Xiaoyao directly mentioned the portrait, a group of groups, and thrown into the bamboo basket on the ground.
In the bamboo basket, the paper group with ink has already filled the entire bamboo basket.
Grab the pen, Mu Xiaoyao started to depict again.
Long eyebrows, straight nose bridges, thin cherry lips ...
Slim waist, enchanting lines, elegant skirts ...
But he didn't dare to paint the pair of eyes. He had painted countless times. Every time he painted his eyes, he always failed.
I don't know how much it has been scrapped.
If you are familiar with the dawn of the East, you will recognize it at a glance.
The person in this painting is not someone else, it is the dawn of the East.
She leaned on the couch slightly, and she was lazy. It was the scene she saw when Mu Xiaoyao left the Palace of South Vietnam.
Although it is just a relationship, this woman has left a deep impression.
Until now, Mu Xiaoyao can still think of what she is talking about.
She said, "The widow does not kill you and leaves you, you go, look at the world, just go away!"
The world is happy?!
That's what he wants, but it is easy to talk about it.
After leaving the South Vietnam State, he also had to return to this Kunnan Kingdom to continue to be a dispensable king, as boring as the days in the South Vietnam Palace.
"Wang Ye, Lord ..."
Just when Mu Xiaoyao shook his head and smiled bitterly, he hurried in from the outside.
"What's wrong, so panic!" [[
Mu Xiaoyao, who couldn't write for a long time, had to put down the pen and asked lightly.